Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.